Sunday, February 24, 2013

SO Pretty in Pink

 Valentina might grow up to be a nurse.  Whenever anyone gets hurt here, she rushes over with a concerned look and tries really hard to help you up and offer you a kiss.  Even to Benedict.
 Valentina might grow up to be a soccer player.  She can kick the ball as well as her brother did at the same age and is showing the same coordination and determination on any playing surface.
 Valentina might grow up to be a supermodel.  Look at this picture. Seriously. And she loves trying to put on my clothes and has mastered wearing high heels around the house.
 Valentina might grow up to be a musician. She will play with her piano and sing and make up songs.  She also loves to dance and dance. To anything. Anywhere.
Valentina might grow up and just be the "boss".  Of everything. She certainly tries at home.  Drives us crazy. She is loud, bossy, demanding and has no fear of confrontation.  I'm praying every day and night that these personality traits, both inherited and developed, will serve and protect her well one day. But she also sees us all working hard for our home, for them, and for each other.  She knows to just entertain herself when things need to get done. She is silly and smart. So sassy and yet, so simple.  So honest with all of her feelings.  And while she can drive us all to the brink, she acts and feels so safe here with all of us.  So sure of herself.  And she is learning. And won't stop growing.
I love you, little one.

Friday, February 8, 2013

Knott's Berry Farm 2013

We opted out of the SuperBowl this year, and took the kids to Knott's instead.  Perfect day for an amusement park.  We walked on every ride, no lines anywhere.  Had a blast. Took our godson, Fernando, with us and had a great day.  The park closed early at 7 p.m. that day, and we lasted until 6:30, but our age was showing when we could've left at 4.  The kids rode everything in Camp Snoopy and David and I took turns on the faster rides with Fernando.  We would get off of the rides and run back in line to ride again.  I haven't ran back to a line in Knott's since I was about 15.  It was just what we all needed.